Quotes About Past

I'm English and love England. Whenever I'm there, I'm always seeing the present but feeling its past.

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

I love Abby Lee Miller. Honestly, if there's such a thing as past lives, I was definitely a dancer.

Because of your love I have broken with my past

I just love historical fiction.

I love my friends and my past, and it's made me who I am.

Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

But he had been in love once, that he knew. Once and only once, and a long time ago. And it had changed him forever. Perfect love did that to a person and this had been perfect.

You find new love not to forget the past love. But you forget the past because of that new love.

His likes were video games, not going to class, not talking about his past . . . And Stevie.

Memory is freedom of the past. But what has no present will not accept the present of a memory either. Memory says of the event: it once was and now it will never be again. The irremediable character of what has no present, of what is not even there as having once been there, says: it never happened, never for a first time, and yet it starts over, again, again, infinitely. It is without end, without beginning. It is without a future.

Days lived, whether full or empty, whether busy or serene, are but days gone by, and the ashes of the past weigh the same in every hand.

The game he loved, that America loved, had passed him by, left him enamored more of its past than of its present or future. It had grown younger as he grew older.

Seeing him with Mom in his eyes and no sadness there at all. Maybe that was why everybody liked nostalgia. It was the past with only the good parts left in.

But isn't the human factor what connects us so deeply to our past? Will future generations care as much for chronologies and casualty statistics as they would for personal accounts of individuals not so different from themselves? By excluding the human factor, aren't we risking the kinds of personal detachment from a history that may, heaven forbid, lead us one day to repeat it?

But isn't the human factor what connects us so deeply to our past?

Happy but isn't the human factor what connexus a deeply to our past will future generations care as much for chronologies and casualty statistics as they would for the personal accounts of individuals not so different from themselves.

Acum nu este Acum, ci Mereu. (...) Trecutul nu mai este un secret, prezentul este prea subÈ›ire, c?ci se uzeaz? zi de zi, iar viitorul înseamn? îmb?trânire...

The cross, the zenith of history. All of the past pointed to it, and all of the future would depend upon it. It's the great triumph of heaven: God is on the earth. And it is the great tragedy of earth: man has rejected God.

A Dios le interesa la restauración. La sanidad del corazón implica la sanidad del pasado. Así que Dios sacudió las cosas.

Write today's worries in sand. Chisel yesterday's victories in stone. Pick up the stone of the past.

How cruel memory is, forgetful memory that drops whole lives out without a qualm!